Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 18:21:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Oliver Shows Me His Heinie
Oliver Shows Me His Heinie
I was in fifth grade. I was eleven. I started to get erections at random,
almost any time. This could happen at home: when I got naked to take a
bath; when I put on my cotton pajamas before bed; lying on the couch
watching TV. It also happened at school: climbing on the playground or
walking down the hall. My hard penis would rub back and forth in my cotton
underpants. It felt good. It tingled.
I had started to play with myself. It was mostly just fingering the very
sensitive, wrinkly, loose red skin of my circumcision or rubbing my hard
penis in my pants, either from the outside or with my hand in my pocket. I
only did this after I got hard; willful masturbation was still to come. At
first I didn't even think that much about it, I just did it. Sometimes, my
friends would notice when I was hard and joke about it. This didn't bother
me. But, one time in class I had my hand in my pants pocket and I was
playing with myself under my desk. I became aware of one of my classmates
giggling across the aisle. When I looked over I realized he'd been watching
me play with myself. I was embarrassed. After that I was more cautious.
There was one place at school that oddly seemed to excite me. It was the
storage closets next to the gymnasium that held all the various pieces of
equipment we used in PE class; balls, tennis rackets, wrestling mats, etc.
This was a grade school, so we really didn't have a locker room, but the
gym did have that funky, sweaty smell. Since I walked home, I often stayed
after school to shoot baskets in the gym. Our PE teacher would let us go
into the closets to get the equipment we needed. I volunteered to put stuff
away. After a long day at school and thirty minutes of afterschool
exercise, I felt flushed and sweaty. If I could, I would linger alone in
the storage closets for a few minutes. I would finger myself in my jeans. I
would often stay hard, feeling my penis rub back and forth in my tight
jeans as I walked home.
There was a boy named Oliver who sometimes stayed after school to play in
the gym. He was in fourth grade. He was ten. Oliver was kind of a strange
kid. He didn't talk much. He wasn't really into sports or playing at
recess. Other kids thought he was weird and he was. Sometimes he would
play, but most of the time he stayed to himself. Oliver's parents were
British, but he really spoke like an American kid, that is when he decided
to speak. He had long, curly golden blond hair that hung over his ears and
light blue eyes. Not that I thought of it at the time, but looking back, he
really had an angelic appearance. What I remember most about Oliver though
isn't his face. What I remember about Oliver was his heinie.
Oliver often wore warm-up pants. Oliver played soccer. Oliver's legs were
definitely developed. His lower body definitely didn't match his upper
body. For some reason, especially in the gymnasium, I noticed Oliver's
rounded rear end. You could see the lines of Oliver's underwear through the
nylon material of his warm-up pants. Oliver noticed me looking at him. I
wasn't self-conscious about looking at him and he wasn't concerned that I
was looking.
On this one particular day I stayed around after school to collect the
basketballs as usual. The other kids left except for Oliver who had been
playing on another nearby basket. He offered to help me gather up the
basketballs. It was okay by me. I was, as usual, sweaty and invigorated. I
was somewhat conscious of the perspiration that had soaked into my cotton
underpants. I could feel the slippery wetness of my sweat between the
cheeks of my buttocks.
On our several trips to the storage closet I happened to be behind
Oliver. I looked as I followed. He appeared to be equally as sweaty as I
was. The ends of his hair were wet with the sweat from his neck and his
warm-up pants clung to his thighs and buttocks. After our last trip into
the closet Oliver spoke.
"Look at all this equipment. I didn't realize closet was this big."
"Yeah, and there are three of them," I replied.
"Do you mind if I take a look farther back?" Oliver asked.
"Nah, go ahead."
I followed Oliver farther into the closet and around the corner.
"Look at all these mats," Oliver exclaimed.
There were mats stacked shoulder high next to the wall in back of the
closet. Oliver turned around unexpectedly. I had been looking at Oliver's
buttocks.
"Do you want to see my bum?" Oliver asked straightforwardly.
"What?" I said uncomprehendingly.
"Do you want to see my heinie?"
What he said was unexpected, but I wasn't thinking beyond the moment. I
answered honestly.
"Yeah."
Oliver turned and dropped his sweatpants down to his knees. I saw his white
cotton briefs stretched across his bottom. Oliver grabbed the elastic
waistband and pulled his underwear down exposing his substantial
buttocks. I stared. I felt weak at the knees. I realized I was rock hard in
my pants. Oliver pulled his underwear back up. He turned around.
"Can I see your Willy?"
For a second, I hesitated. I instantly decided that I wanted to show it to
him.
"Yeah."
I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans. I pulled my white cotton briefs down and
showed Oliver my stiff penis. I was breathing irregularly. I wanted to
touch myself. Oliver looked and smiled. I moved my hips side to side to
give him a full view.
Oliver turned around and pulled his underpants down again. I touched myself
without thinking. I'd never felt this excited in my life. My heart pounded
in my chest. After a few moments, Oliver pulled up his pants. It took me a
few moments to zip and snap my jeans over my erection.
We walked out of the closet without saying anything. We both went to pick
up our book bags.
"Well, see you tomorrow," Oliver said with a friendly smile.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow," I replied.
We lived in separate neighborhoods and so we headed off in opposite
directions. I was hard all the way home. My penis would not go down. With
every step I tingled with energy. I know now that I was nearly ready to
orgasm, but I didn't know that then.
For a long time after this, every time I thought about Oliver's heinie or
underwear I would get hard. At school I would look at Oliver's rear end in
the lunch line or at recess and get a boner. We did show ourselves front
and rear one more time during that school year, but the first time was the
best, by far. Eventually, later in that school year, I learned to
masturbate to orgasm. I often thought of Oliver's heinie while rubbing my
penis in bed at night.
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